Young Gun - Poem by Denis Martindale
The young male lion lived life well,
A leader through and through,
With courage only time could tell,
Great expectations, too...
Determined always, standing proud,
His image to protect,
Untamed, unfettered and unbowed,
Thus Nature's true elect...
How long before he lost his crown?
He never thought that way,
His wisdom never let him down
And here he chose to stay...
He pitied those that sought to fight
A lion such as he,
For he would fight with all his might
And prove his majesty...
One glare from him and others sensed
Their challenge was forlorn,
His stance was bold with muscles tensed,
He viewed each one with scorn...
Alas, one truth remained ignored,
The price of self-control,
With not one friend as his reward,
He looked a lonely soul...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Young Gun'.
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